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1 January 1882. Browning, Robert to Bronson, Katharine.

1 January 1882. Browning, Robert to Bronson, Katharine.

London, 19. Warwick Crescent, W.
New Year’s Day, ’82.
Dear Friend, I will not be overwhelmed and stifled by your kindness upon kindness, but ever and anon send up a feeble word of thanks from under the heap. The best thing the Old Year gave me was the confirmation of your friendship for me, which I dared hardly be sure of when we first met nine or ten months before: now I fully believe nothing will change it, be the years to come many or few. You will not suppose this comes of your giving me these good things—valued to the height as they are—but there is an effluence (I can’t help the hard word) which pervades and makes quite alike precious paper and—pearls: and as I seize and appreciate that—I shall not doubt but you also think what I would speak,

London, 19. Warwick Crescent, W.
New Year’s Day, ’82.
Dear Friend, I will not be overwhelmed and stifled by your kindness upon kindness, but ever and anon send up a feeble word of thanks from under the heap. The best thing the Old Year gave me was the confirmation of your friendship for me, which I dared hardly be sure of when we first met nine or ten months before: now I fully believe nothing will change it, be the years to come many or few. You will not suppose this comes of your giving me these good things—valued to the height as they are—but there is an effluence (I can’t help the hard word) which pervades and makes quite alike precious paper and—pearls: and as I seize and appreciate that—I shall not doubt but you also think what I would speak,